Facing an Ancient God for a Year

Chapter 1245: Chapter 1243: Boiling Blood Patient

Preventing unauthorized access?

This statement, seemingly in line with the duties of the Guards, appeared to convey a lot of information to Fu Qian.

“Are things infiltrating in this manner? Similar to the contamination you need to clear?”

Without concealing his thoughts, he directly asked Amila standing beside him.

As a character who had just revealed her true identity, the greater the contrast with her previous demeanor, the less likely she was to arouse suspicion.

“You are smarter than I thought, which also somewhat explains your previous performance.”

Though her face was covered, Amila still sounded somewhat surprised but did not deny Fu Qian’s statement.

“Indeed, we can’t rule out such a risk given the current situation.”

“But don’t worry, Lord Reginald and I are confident enough to ensure your safety here.”

“I don’t doubt that, but then comes a question, what exactly do you want to do by bringing me here?”

Fu Qian casually responded, but his gaze was drawn to a sound not far away.

As the sound of metal hinges clanged, the third door to the left in front of everyone was opened, and a woman dressed in dark uniforms, resembling a nurse, walked out.

Pushing a finely crafted medication cart, she startlingly turned towards the trio.

“When you need to know, you will know.”

Amila clearly was not always amiable, naturally refusing to answer.

While speaking, she slightly lowered her voice, but did not signal Fu Qian to hide aside.

Sure enough, amidst crisp footsteps, the nurse quickly neared the three night guards and directly ignored those passing by.

“The mask ensures our existence is overlooked to some extent.”

Only then did Amila softly clarify again.

“Of course, it’s only to some extent, so try to be cautious and avoid detection.”

“Understood.”

Fu Qian nodded, but his mind was still recalling what he had just seen.

On the top tray of the cart were blood-stained gauzes and several uniquely shaped, fiercely burning metal tubes.

Considering what Amila had just mentioned, it seems that the Nightmare victim desiring peaceful sleep was enduring no simple torment.

“This Nightmare has a very small scope, almost only within this hospital area, and correspondingly, few are troubled by it.”

As she spoke, Amila had already started moving and motioned for Fu Qian to follow.

“So that person just now wasn’t?”

“No, of course not, but in this Nightmare, she is a stable presence.”

A Nightmare Indigenous? Honestly, her appearance seemed quite normal.

Fu Qian thought inwardly, also understanding why it was rare for someone like him unable to distinguish between dreams and reality.

No normal world would have just one hospital.

If most Nightmares were similar, after waking up, it would be easy to make a comparison and judgment.

“Don’t we need to take a look inside?”

While pondering, the trio had already reached the room from which the nurse had emerged.

The door was ajar but not locked, seeing that Amila and the other person had no intention of stopping, Fu Qian casually asked.

Considering it was a relatively abstract contamination and evil, with the nurse just leaving the room, it clearly could not be completely ruled out.

…

“You want to take a look? Sure.”

This time it was Reginald who spoke, surprisingly accommodating, directly stopping and gesturing for Fu Qian to push the door and go inside.

The patient inside undoubtedly was not asleep, as standing here, the hoarse groan could be heard by anyone.

Then, as the sound of hinges rose again, Fu Qian decisively followed the advice of professionals.

The hospital room was quite spartan, containing only three beds separated by thick curtains, and the only window was not much larger than the door.

The nurse had turned off the lights before leaving, and now only the sparse starlight filtered through, making it even less visible than the corridor.

In this darkness, however, Fu Qian was extremely professional, walking directly forward a few steps and standing in front of the middle bed, which was the only one occupied by a patient.

Clearly, this was not one of those enlisted to help them enter the Nightmare, because despite being heavily bandaged, the white hair and withered face still showed that this was an elderly person over fifty.

Though not asleep at this moment, the person was clearly in a state of fuzzy consciousness, with their painful moaning bearing a hint of relief.

Fu Qian took note of the bandaging, concentrated on the wrists and various clusters of veins.

Indeed, those things were for bloodletting.

Fu Qian was somewhat familiar with this classical medical technique.

Now inside this “Nightmare,” perception was clearly suppressed, but the equipment on the nurse’s trolley just now had already given him some speculation about the situation in this room.

In fact, on the other two beds, one could also see the bloodstains that were difficult to wash away.

This treatment seems to be used quite frequently.

“Was the person who brought us here suffering from the same torment?”

Turning to ask, Fu Qian maintained his volume seriously, not to disturb the patient.

“In fact, in this hospital, the vast majority of patients suffer from such torment,”

Amila seemed immune to this scene, answering with an unfluctuating tone.

“It’s called Boiling Blood Syndrome, where suddenly one drop of a patient’s blood becomes scalding hot, like a glob of molten metal, moving around with the circulation, causing tremendous pain.”

“Over time, they even increase in number.”

“And the only treatment is to let it out.”

“I see, so this is a manifestation of pollution?”

Fu Qian nodded slightly.

“No, this is a potential manifestation of pollution,”

Lord Reginald corrected the statement from the side.

“This is just the most basic appearance; the final judgment must be supported by more in-depth and careful discernment.”

“That’s reasonable.”

Fu Qian truly took another close look.

Though haggard, at least nothing strange had grown.

Of course, this was not the reason the two had not even glanced at it.

“Is he the same as that nurse?”

The next moment he directly asked.

“Yes.”

After glancing at Reginald, seeing no response, Amila affirmed on his behalf.

As I thought, the logic of these two is quite clear.

The unauthorized intruders mentioned before are definitely related to this strange Boiling Blood Syndrome.

The key is that the definition of intrusion is probably not meant as the Nightmare, but refers to the real world where The Sect is located.

In other words, what they need to do is to prevent pollution from reaching the real world through this channel.

They must have a special way to confirm whether someone in the Nightmare is a patient from the real world or an original resident like that nurse.

So even if the person on the bed transforms, it’s not within their scope of work.